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editors' corner F Rebekah Sanderlin, senior editor I streets. Be sure to honor your parents with, at the very least, a phone call. Trust me, aſter all the night feedings, diaper changes and many more years of struggles parents endure, they've earned it! And, of course, be sure to read all the great stories we have in this, our Military and Real Estate issue. and now here she is, just in time for Mother's Day. I don't know if she's a birthday or a Mother's Day present for me, or perhaps a Father's Day present for my husband. (Or a birthday present for him. His birthday is just four days aſter mine.) In any case, we are grateful for this beautiful child, as well as for the other two children we've been blessed with. Mother's Day and Father's Day will take place while this issue of CityView is on the Lucy is a giſt from God, to be sure. I learned I was pregnant with her on my birthday or the last few issues I've made mention in this space that my family was expecting a new member, so it only seems fitting to properly introduce her to all of you. This little squirming, smiling, crying bundle of joy in the picture with me is Lucinda Frances Sanderlin, born March 29 at 4:13 p.m. ern born and bred (aka: Baptist), Airborne Chaplain. We still chuckle as we recall our vows. This was before it was trendy to write and declare your own custom vows, yet I still consider ours to have been pretty unique. Chaplain Moore was reading the standard vows and at the end of the first portion, the 'I t's hard to believe it's been nearly 15 years since my husband and I were married inside the Cadet Chapel at the United States Military Academy at West Point. We had an evening wedding, the day aſter his graduation. It was all very picturesque down to the traditional crossed sabers. Chaplain Sonny Moore married us — he was a salty, South- will' part that I was supposed to repeat, he added 'Airborne'. It was his way of asking me if I understood him, I suppose. So, in response, and very proud to be joining the Army family, I aptly replied "Hooah". The Chaplain was stunned and broke out in a huge grin, and the cadets and new Second Lieutenants in attendance cheered. That was my first induction into Army lingo, and I've learned a little more along the way. Enjoy the humorous stories from some lo- cal members of the Long Gray Line on page 38. I think you'll recognize a few of them. My favorite story from my husband's West Point days was when I showed up one day early for the Army—Navy game and dressed up like a cadet to surprise my then-fiancé. I borrowed a uniform from one of his peers, wrapped up my hair tightly in a bun, cadet style and dressed in the short sleeve white over gray uniform. Then I proceeded to fall into their company dinner formation outside the mess hall for a few Army—Navy spirit traditions that Thursday night, facing The Plain. Nervous as ever, yet anxious to surprise him, I hastily ate dinner with another company that had an open seat until the coast was clear. I spotted where my cadet was standing, slicing up pie into equal portions, and walked over. Surprised he was, a tad angry too since he held the company position of First Sergeant during his jun- ior year. Good times. That's back when the Army football team won all four years against Navy. Dressing up in a pair of mulit-cams to surprise him at work doesn't quite have the same luster, but who knows, I might still do it one of these days. Kelly Twedell, features editor 10 | May/June • 2012

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